The Psycho Realm – Stone Garden
[Mr Duke speaking]
This jam right here is dedicated
To all you motherfucker that ain’t right here
You’re supposed to be right here with me, motherfucker
You know what I’m saying ?
You know what the fuck I’m saying
I’ll catch up with you soon, homies
Ah ah, yeah, we’ll catch up to you all
All of you motherfucker
And you know what I’m saying
Cause at the end, at the end we all diiiie
[Jacken]
Sounds like Gods are crying tears of Malathion
Raining over your head to put out the fire
Who desires to die? besides, the suicidal tendencies
Can lead to the eternal sleep
So keep you eyes wide open and alive
Grab your snake and ride to the other side
If your intention is to defy death
I’ll tell you now, even the best get laid to rest
We’re on our way to the stone garden
End of the road were everybody goes but not forgotten
Frames all rotten souls travel to unravel
Other worlds and big cloud castles
Why do we have these hassles, livin’ cautious
Walking the street watching your back?
Your fear’s collosus
We conquer souls while ganja rolls
Everybody here’s high so the story unfolds
We’re on another planet thought, thinking immortal
But the path we’re on leads us straight to the portal
Chorus: [Jacken & (Mr Duke)]
(Devil’s in disguise)
They’re coming to claim us
Let it come as no surprise
I stare into the face of death
‘Cause at the end of their time, everybody dies
[Mr Duke]
This is a time of pain
Warzone for your own gain
I roam the middle with the metal ‘cause I’m insane
Break frames… catch a smoking
Is it gonna earn you a name?
Did you get slain?
Or fall victim to bald knuckle-heads and bad aim
It ends all the same
Every mothafucker right here gotta jump on soul train
Some go up, some go south
Some get stuck in a realm with no way out
Some get to hide, O.D. on drug hits,
Dying in your sleep, that’s the shit
But lives get took violently
On the streets of a lost city
Chorus: [Duke & (Jacken)] X2
(Devil’s in disguise)
They’re coming to claim us
Let it come as no surprise
I stare into the face of death
‘Cause at the end of their time, everybody dies
[B-Real]
In the stone garden, we keep all the heavenly gates packed
With fresh souls under control, no holdin’ back
Look at all these names engraved in the stones
Even the unknown finds his path on his way home
Roam… where the spirits all lie
One of these fuckin’ days, even I’m gonna die
And when I do, I’ll be another memory
Hanging out with the ones who were there before me
Look out haaa… let me set your soul free
By the Buddha tree, open the gates to eternity
Everybody rise up, open up your eyes
We demise and we’re trippin’ to the other side
Chorus: [B-Real & (Mr Duke with Jacken)] X2
(Devil’s in disguise)
They’re coming to claim us
Let it come as no surprise
I stare into the face of death
‘Cause at the end of their time, everybody dies
[Mr Duke speaking]
Yeah at the end, at the end
We’ll catch up with you
You know what I’m saying, that’s it
We all die then motherfucker
Yeah even if you take me out by now
One of my motherfucker’s gonna take you up
And then you’ll take him and back and forth and shit
And it don’t stop you know what I’m saying
Body rott drop and shit
You know what I mean
Ah ah
This is the end
The Psycho Realm – Showdown
Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix
Clowns and infinite showdowns
Battle grounds all break downs; world’s upside down
Making wicked smiles wicked frowns, we get down
With our own gangster sound
Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow
With shanks of venom metal
Rattle fuckin’ snakes I’m as high as the stakes
Quarter ounce of weed to the head no breaks home wait
Street wars we get in them
Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you
Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic
On the streets, the dramatic battles increase
We see more wars, less peace, we’re even fighting police
Resulting, they’re biggest enemies
Lifestyles of the criminal be wild
You wanna see more action, hold up wait a while
Fist crash giants clash
Putting on the face of the devil mask doing brain bash
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Watch out, look out, look out, watch out
For the showdown, you better slow down
Give me fifty feet or better
Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta
The lead comin’ to wet’cha
Spread your body parts all over the continent
I’m a dominant mothafucka, but you’re the opposite
Turn around put your hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun
The outcome: you’re just another one soul
Flyin’ into the heavens hit by the ‘57
Ass end scrapping, illuminating the whole block
They all flock in anticipation
You’re getting rolled by the dayton
Now I see your hand shaking
You want our of this situation
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Images of war weapons the psycho presence
Blood wettens, stains the curb where you’re steppin’
Deadly ground’s the home of all showdowns
Come into my kingdom , sirens rattle eardrums
It ain’t one on one no more, it’ gun on gun
Bullets take the place of fists so what’s the outcome
Crazy wars, severe scars
If you’re just like me, you’re defending what’s yours
Taking no loss
We’re heavy duty like tanks
This is my two chrome shanks
Criminal styles point blank
You think my music is crazy like tony montana
Fumando marijuana con santana tomorrow
I might not be alive, so I wanna bring all the enemy’s sorrow
I rock the block with the music maniac
Tar back locos seekin’ that warpath
Why don’t punks be legit, they ell bring havoc in their head
A psycho one will shoot them dead
That’s the fundamental to a fucked up mental
Now you got a gun, your life’s a psycho realm
My strategy assault battery
Runnin’ through your neighborhood in cliques of three
Smokin’ in the battlegrounds on wild streets
And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
The Psycho Realm – R. U. Experienced
Through hallucinations escape
Now every wicked ordeal regenerates disgrace, emotions ruined
Intellectuals seduced including nations
Founded under loose lock
Evaluate friends, foreigners, enemies concentrate to
Penetrate, reduce our time, elminate chances to
Yell out, utlize, realize, survival
Essentails, lifestyle fundamentals
Attantion to all nation youth, continue our struggle
Trust no one, maintain, and tell truth, end ridicule
War, hunger and terror
Vicious invidual clever to often rule you
Whether individuals love, loathe
Behold enslavement, order united retaliation so
Fear in God hold true, to obstruction
Thoroughly handing enemies’
Destyruction, elimination, avoid the humiliation
Chorus:
We’ll all rise to inform masses, engage
Encounter extreme passages, enter return insideeternal neglect
Cycles encouraging survival
Fughting original underground generals hit their
Weakest intervals two hundred
Sentinels, infiltrate levels effectively not taken
Warning except automatic preparation, override negative systems
And new democracies
Secretly under battle, lost inside mystery, intaining nuclear actions
Lethal combat overdoses excessive so
Involved that civilians assist, never trippin’ after killin’
Ecery casualty opening mental position, let elite take eventual
Control owning nation to reveal only love
Of violent expansion, retalation
To higher elevation, witness old revelation, lingering dication
Chorus:
We’ll all rise to inform masses, engage
Encounter extreme passages, enter return insideeternal neglect
Cycles encouraging survival
Battle underground intelligence leaving the defenses
All numb and defenseless on restless
Grounds adolescent negligent intend
Zero evidence years of underdeveloped
Races street technique, raises enemy encases
Tasteless authorities run
Mazes in elite space and places rearranged
Evidence pages all revealing establishment
Traces order in courts
Taking away kingdoms, endless
Anti-civilian tactics
Indicate overthrowing national assassins
Guaranted actions increases the nation’s
Securities tensions, abusive badges, uniforms and stations
Inject vaccinations of elimination armies unauthorized
To hide or rewrite institutional treaties in every state
Die no mistake
The Psycho Realm – Psyclones
Couldn’t belive your eyes
When you see what the fuck is comin’
Psyclones all you sorry mothafuckas runnin’
The city has turned to renegades
With guns and blades
And criminals seeking to get paid
I maintain, keep cool-ahead
In the face of destruction whether I live or die
Unpredictable, invincible, untameable, individual
Uncontrollable like a psycho deadly
So let us begin to take your min’
To another plane ’cause I know you ain’t ready
The course of the psyclone is steady
So who in their right mind
Would get in the way of the machete?
The serpent fuckin’ with me
In the turbulent times of war on the street
Gran your fuckin’ heat
Come with me inside the whirl wind
Everybody’s welcome into the psycho’s den
Chorus:
Even though we don’t know the attack’s exact origin
Man-made diseases show traces of an assassain
The goverment went deranged and came blastin’
Tryin’ to finish us off with poisoned rations
As you sleep
Nightmares and dreamscapes awake
Now it’s time to renovate
Use thoughts and plots to elevate
Violence is like cellophane storing all you renegades
The only thing is you’re already spoiled
So now you play the game
Teams are spread out all over your city
Mobile with your lo lo
On 520′s and 560′s
Guns and drugs are spread into your town
You must realize open your eyes wide
The drama will be televised
Revolution waitin’ for your input like dail tones
Strap on the psyclone’s takin’ your zone
Grab your weapon keep streppin’
If you don’t defend
Don’t mention it to anybody who questions
Step into the eye and die you’ve been shook and took
By madman, psycho slash crook
The cities’ survival depends on defense methods
We bring L.A. to the stage live coverage
Methods are jagged like pieces of broken records
Are now shanks we abuse in the holding tanks
It’s going down in the middle of downtown
Out of line, confined to get checked and robbed blind
Vigilante to protect and serve the people
Violent sequels ’til the evil and death equal
Chorus:
Even though we don’t know the attack’s exact origin
Man-made diseases show traces of an assassain
The goverment went deranged and came blastin’
Tryin’ to finish us off with poisoned rations
The day could feel what I feel
Life in the battlefield facing fuckin’ steel, no shield
Puppet goverments on the streets
To confiscate C.B.’s, batteries and M.C.’s
Look at the deep thought dwelling within’ your mind
Do you got what it takes to survive the city of the blind?
Everyone follow and let your soul feel free
Can you keep up or will you fall behind me?
Look for spies near telephones
Neghibourhood informants, tapping into your dial tones
Televisions act cameras also
Enemies program your box of cables
Invasion of your spaces calls for rowdy occasion
Deliberate attacks on your stacks means retaliation
Can you succeed in leaving the other side bleeding?
Can you succeed in leaving the other side bleeding?
Or will they defeat my street fleet?
Can you succeed in leaving the other side bleeding?
The Psycho Realm – Love From The Sick Side
“Don’t be a good neighbour to her
I’ll send a love letter
Straight from my heart, fucker!
You know what a love letter is
It’s a bullet from a fuckin’ gun, fucker!
You receive a love letter from me
And you’re fucked for ever”
[All]
L to the O to the V to the E, love!
[B-Real]
Is the word that I’m thinking of
Sometimes I sit back and try to figure it out
How it can break the strongest man down
To his very last compound
I took a fall ’cause I went out for the love
That I shared with a woman who didn’t care
I tried to give her my all and change my shit up
But she didn’t give a fuck about that when she decided to get up
Fuck all the good time, just remember the bad
Fuck me and fuck all the love we used to have
Chillin’ at the clubs, your friends and my friends
Hangin’ out all night, driving around in the Benz
Fuckin’ off all my ends but I can’t pretend
Not fell the pain inside, suicide crossed my mind
Every time I heard your name
But I got strong and realized it’s all about the game
Now you’re all just the same
Chorus: [All]
L to the O to the V to the E, love!
L to the O to the V to the E
L to the O to the V to the E, love!
L to the O to the V to the E
[Duke]
Fuck love, I just can’t get enough of your freaky ass baby
Sexy mothafucka, when you walk by and I wanna go for a ride
You hit like drugs, or red wine I’m blind
Drivin’ through your world sky high
Flyin’ through your town like wind sex triangle
Circels of his begin, spinnin’ I’m happy grinnin’
Sufferin’ over pussy I’m fuckin’
He’s stuck like a truck and I’m like you
Scandalous slut what’s up
Where’s your man probably with the puta that says she loves me
My heart grows cold and hard as stone
Time goes by and the last laugh is mine
Chorus
The Psycho Realm – Lost Cities
Featuring B-Real
[Mr. Duke]
I told the tower of power we can work together
But I guess they rather see wars and scars better
Street veterans holding enemy bandera
And then we’re caught up in the web of the guerra
We’re all fightin’ and fightin’ and lose lives
At the end everyone dies
We’re all cursed like that bu the maker
No muthafucka shall be a life-taker
We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides
Terror strikes under streetlights and grow
More out of control and psycho
[Jacken]
My realm is dowtown, rampart district, pico union
We shatter illusions with weapons we’re using
Or sets we’re choosing
No Rolls we roll old-mobile
More real than majority, we’re docile but still
Other sides get more peeled hit by street teams
Big paybacks and police beatings
I can’t replace my home with peacefull silence
But my roots are planted in this city of violence
We call it Lost City where angels roam commiting unknown
Ghetto prone guarding the zone
>From all damage but can only manage to handle
Partial scandal. What’s your angle? Crooked or vandal? Or killer
Plot filler drug dealer we all co-exist in this thriller
Chorus: X2
[Mr. Duke]
Look around, it’s in your town
Deadly sirens brings on violence
[Jacken]
Take heed to this warning bad times stormin’
War between city blocks and cops
[Mr. Duke]
Watchful eye, resident die
When they see crimes go down and drop dimes
It ain’t no lie these days become strange
How many people go shootin’ at the street range
Arms armed at those that control felon man chains
Explain why I’m target to homicide
Flash throwin at my head code red leavin’ soldiers wasted, dead
[Jacken]
Truth sparks revolution and is therefore labeled violent
Condemned to the silent movement of rebels who are defiant
Sick-ciders spreading our venoms like sick spiders
We construct a web and catch all those who fight us
Capture threads at your head
Crash units switch to code red
Find you in a ditch undercover dirt bed
Who said they was untouchable but instead
Catch the end of their ropes all hopes bled
Out your village, pillage empires rank higher
But in the end cities get lost in the crossfire
[B-Real]
Everybody wants a piece of your pie, do you qualify?
Or will you die like all the others?
Survival is your onlt means, or will you suffer?
From those bad dreams are you still losing tour will to live and
Let live in the land of the chaotic, abusive “Lost Cities”
Filled with narcotics?
Two times to the power, I planted a bomb in the tower
Going off every hour
No prisoniers in the laws of wars that you saw
Imagine all the sick individuals
Down for the cause
We all come from the sick side of town
But some of us stay underground in the unfound Lost Cities
[Mr. Duke]
I need your help to gain control of the Lost City
Fight to survive, something crazy has just happened
The captain of the justice system runin’ the show is psycho
I claim to be a big part of “Empire Strikes Back” at rampart
Rivals thrown in a vicious cycle livin’ in the city that’s lost
Chorus: X2
[Jacken]
Look around, it’s in your town
Deadly sirens brings on violence
[Mr. Duke]
Take heed to this warning bad times stormin’
War between city blocks and cops
The Psycho Realm – Confessions Of A Drug Addict
Chorus:
What type of drugs do you do?
And what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh??!!
What kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
You’re all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal?
Drugs!! I need femine venoms in the system
In order to function in the rhythm
You get hook to the look of wild vomen
And wanna live in the land of the unforgiven
Habits turn bad ones
Individuals make ‘em poison rituals
Gotta have it a have it, a habit
Welcome your traces of an addict
God forgive me for my bad habits,
Drug addict needle in my vein, I gotta have it
To kill the pain, you silly rabbit
I dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static
Automatic pressure got to kill it
Give some act-rite juice so I could feel it
Ah, now everything is all right
The eye of the needle cries out to the dark side
Looking inside through the outdoor knocking
But society won’t let me in so I grab my stocking
Put over my head and get the dough
’cause the needle is my God and smack is my soul
Parahernaila in my domain brings conclusion
That i’m using but the question is, am I abusing
Infested in the residence of pico union
Drug intrusion, color fusion
Invasion! of your senses maintain relapse
Dilate eye lenses, my dependence on these chemical artifical dreams
Is what makes my habit obscene
Chorus:
What type of drugs do you do?
And what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh??!!
What kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
You’re all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal?
Drugs!! I need femine venoms in the system
In order to function in the rhythm
Tinted like the darkest shadows, my mind is cloudly subliminal
Commands will penetrate then I get rowdy conditions
Drowsy, the sedative brings negative enemies
I slump down and stay ahead of me
Powerful like metamphetamines my state is altered
This here’s no lie hydroponic, chronic
Got you feeling all erotic aphrodisiac, who’s got it?
Alvarado maniacs risk poison time buying dimes
When you got the fix get in the mix
There’s no denving drug’s the only factor
Got me in the rapture making an addict out of you
And proceed to capture you mind
You’re mine, choke hold to your whole skull, substance uncontrolled
Who holds straight keys to locks and unlocks key holes
The structure of my trip is unstoppable
I’m 50 hits of the dot all powerful
We go deranged and remain living the last days in the haze of purple micro
I remember when I was a high school star
Had the proom queen, scholarship, brand new car
It’s funny, you never know who your friends are
’til you lose all your sensibilities to the act-rite
But i’m all wrong; no wonder my family
Don’t wanna have nothing to do with me
Humiliation, neglect, no respect
The concept of rehabilitation has been swept
I wish I was clean a far fetched dream
But what other way am I going to blow of my steam
Heaven’s all in this bottle of juice making me feel high
Making me feel loose, get nowhere turn to no one
Trust me, I don’t even trust myself
The Prophet Posse – Turn Into Killaz
Chorus x3
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Give that 45 (when the stereo’pumpin’)
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Is, is my sounds that be turnin’t niggas into killers
I kill kill kill
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I murder murder murder
Hatas in my face
Watch a nnigga hurt a
40 40 cal I pull out my big pocket
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out of socket
Rang range range
(Prophet posse my nigga)
Wowa wowa wowa
Give him this fuckin’ tax
Police pull me over
But I blast on them hoes
Cause I’m too fuckin’ dangerous
(Prophet posse my nigga)
(Is, is if my sounds that be turnin’ niggas into kilers)
Get with the posse
I thought you hoes could hang with us
Killin’ up you bitches is an easy task
You fools can’t last
I’m bulletproof with mouse on that ass, I dash
Through your mutherfucking crib
Soon as I find where you live
Flashlights in your face
Robbery or murder case
Roaming throught the motherfucking black a paneria
Prophet is my posse I doubt you seem so scarier
Plan to talk shit but the ain’t nothin’ but characters
Hundred thousand dollar cars
Now how you gone laugh at us
Chorus x2
I said we turnin’ into killers
As soon as we step on the stage
Before I grab the fuckin’ mic
I got the (??)
I turn this up in the heart
No need for somebody got
I got the shit in control
Even when a riot start
We bout’ to turn off the light
We bout’ to hit you with might
We put put your (??) in the van
And we gone spray in your life
You fuckin’ with the wrong click
The 44 just got clicked
I hope you listen to me
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin’ niggas into killers)
Cause nigga creepin’ up to shit, bitch
Hear here mr. mr. nigga creep I got to make my stays
Think those niggas on the trek
They just don’t know what got arranged
This shit is strange motherfucker
It’s my speed personalities
Leavin bodies torn up just like the red barron sea
Crack needs makin’ blood gush
Into blood pools
It don’t bother me because I specialize on killin’ fools
Open up my crazy house
Can’t you see my mind’s gone
Let me kick my light switch
Oh shit, bloods blown
Chorus x2
Yeah, god damn it ya’ll know who brought up this motherfucking shit
DJ motherfuckin’ Paul
I got my nigga nigga
Creepin this motherfucker hard
Prophet motherfuckin’ posse
Turn the motherfuckin’ head biatch
You all know the motherfuckers gone be in this thang
The 9-1-11-79-8
It all look shit
Tearin’ theis motherfuckin shit off, tearin the club
Niggga motherfucker fight
Bring a motherucker (??)
The whole motherfuckin’ 9 hoe
Black mother fucker prophet posse my nigga
(Prophet pro-prophet pro-prophet posse my nigga) x7
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin’ niggas into killers) x9
The Prophet Posse – Triple Six Club House
[helicopter-murmurs]
Pickin’ up to the muder scripts
So come and dish it for the road
And the code of the motherfuckin’ Triple Six sitcom ugh
Makin’ sketchin’ the infetion from the rich and come along
For the mob on you or it’s the income
Ball on to the next century misery
Strike em’ got a murder that is goin’ down in history
A train from the north
Or train from the south
There isn’t
But they all collided through
The niggas died
Cause the green and pride
Cause I will prosue you
Screw you
Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly
Ride on seventh of the sign
On the sniper you can find
That my slug made em’ shiney jewelry
Mr. Boogy Man if I fall from
I smell some money in his hand
Take his side ugh
I don’t give a fuck
About you side
You can be from L-A, Miami, or the N-Y
Chorus x2
We gonna take you to the Triple Six club house
We got a plot for you already dug out
I’m gonna run outside man
And pop these thangs
Wanna wanna come play in a black reign
Hers’s drivin’ round your house
Who do you hate
Voodoo dolls restin’ on you bed throw devil setts
Aix ahh diss stick
Nothin’ up my sleeve
Money boost blazin’ quick just call me crow’s
For he’s blaaay!
Co got a luss for the devilish bus
And the Triple Six crash
And I touch like malencholy
Rollin’ every spot
Lookin’ for you ass and we hot
With the infrerred sewn in his flesh
And like some fuckin’ for life
We gonna cut ya into itty bitty parts
Meet me on your side of town
Where they keep the graveyards
Crush blasted rest lots of trash
Empty shades cracked
Sim City streets
Black males found in blood trails
Ain’t not enough mall for all ya’ll to provail
So that we an put to sleep
And they smeel while they pale
Sipin’ on the soft wines of your weet softy blood
My name is Scarecrow
With yo welcome to my club
Chorus x2
The Prophet Posse – Orange Mound
Chorus x4
Orange mound nigga orange mound
Orange mound nigga then we gonna turn it out
Mafia is what I claim
O-D-P is where I dwell
M-town with a prophet mind
To make you will live in hell
Stickin’ to my plan
Deep in evil land
Paper chasin’ money freaks
Make em’ chrome
Move it watch my murder rate (quickly increase x2)
Teh god god is on my (??)
Like a (shadow master x2)
Beat through your windows
On the news I’m labelled child molester
But I’m just another orange mound nigga that you love to hate
Slowly risin’ to the top and fuck what a nigga say
Niggas ain’t shit but a nit from a monkey’s dick
Slapin’ on bananas with no peel bitch
Feel this
Mafia, picture from the mountain of doom
Causein’ much distruction
Check your heart
Because it’s (full of doom x2)
Hennesy will thinks??
For the once you love to (talk shit x2)
Dislocate your arm and make you do the bank head bounce bitch
By this N-Y-P
Never be flippin this record
Controllin’ the end of the mally mally
When you hear it and feel what you playin’
You ain’t nothin’ but costly hoes
What you nine
Chorus x4
We comin’
We comin’ to invade your motherfuckin’ home
Can’t nobody save you bitch because we know you all alone
Phone lines cut
You been a real or chump up with this click
Shouldn’t of ran your mouth because your mouth gets you in trouble trick
Talkin’ shit I would not recommend for you to do my nit
Prophet runnin’ over suckas tryin’ to get a fuckin’ gig
What I say is real
You don’t have to fear or feel me
When you cross you take a loss
That’s when you have to deal with me
Callin’ me but did ever before because you know we got to rise t-o-p
Quick to make my pocket fatter
And then I got to make a plan to abort my case
Prophet bitch are down because it’s written all over your fuckin’ face
I touch ya 4-4-4
Never test a lonesome child
O-N-P what I be throwin’ throught the crowd buck wild
Let me get my porno clothes
And my point has just bee said
And I know your ass scared bitch
Cause piss runnin’ down your (leg x3)
Chorus x4
Orange mound…till fade
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